Recently, his left foot shot has been known to all.

"Micca", Peterson did not explain the restart of the game, but turned his head and asked: "I am surprised that Mark Mingming is a player with his right foot, why he likes to shoot with his left foot."

Needless to say, Makqin doesn't understand why he always likes to look for shot opportunities from the right midfield to the goal in the penalty area. Logically, he should be used to using his right foot in the left midfield.

For bipedal mastery, this is really a problem.

Perhaps it is because he prefers fake moves, which are basically done with his right foot, and then smoothly transition to shooting with his left foot.

Perhaps it has something to do with the left-leaning of Liverpool’s wing. After he arrived in the first team, he assists on the left side more sharply than the right side. On the left side, he mostly cooperates to create opportunities for the right side. When he reaches the right side, he can Receive high-quality passes more comfortably.

Perhaps it has something to do with the defensive player's inertia. Although he knows that his left and right feet are good, he uses his right foot to pass the belt. It is impossible for the defensive player to focus on his left foot regardless of his right foot.

He is very fortunate now that he has just entered Kirkby and he has trained his left foot in Aslit’s devilish training. A few years of green career has also forcibly reversed his right-leaning habit in his previous life. .

He remembers that in U16, Aslit often created training obstacles for him. He tied his right leg with a sandbag, so that he could only use his left foot to control the ball, catch the ball, and pass the ball.

He did not have this consciousness at that time, but Marco and Old Haiwei had them. He did not have explosive power. As a midfielder, if one foot is disabled, even if he has the best consciousness, no matter how accurate the right foot is, it will Very easy to be looked down upon.

Why is Alonso's shortcoming so serious after his peak period is that after his running ability declines, the weakness of the weak foot is really weak.

The striker turns around and interferes, maybe an excellent pass opportunity is lost.

Even Cristiano Ronaldo has practiced two-foot shots after arriving at Real Madrid. Otherwise, how could it be possible to score goals. Messi and Robben are exceptions. There are always many geniuses in this world.

The bits and pieces of Kirkby's four years have become a solid step for him after he entered the first team.

Basic skills, this countless enlightenment coach has mentioned countless times, sometimes it really determines the upper limit of a player, pay attention to youth training, let alone other, practice the basic skills well.

That is the right way.

Makqin is a European golden boy. All the Premier League knows that his passing is very powerful and his post-insertion is a big threat, but it is not easy to prevent him.

On the court, anytime, anywhere is a game.

Your defense moves, and his offensive strategy will change accordingly. The coach can't replace the players.

Excellent basic skills have given him countless choices when facing defense. Without a defender and midfielder with enough overall view, it is difficult to completely limit his planning and control of the entire scene.

Because his football is slowly entering the stage of the game of placement, his passing and his getting rid of are already outstanding. When he truly enters the palace of rhythm and game, he integrates body, skills, consciousness, experience and creation. One.

At that time, he will ascend to the throne and look down upon the heroes.

Zidane, who was about to retire, was infinitely close to this stage, but years did not allow him to reach it, and Maqin, he still has a lot of time to explore and pursue.

"Mark seems to be unlocking the code for an area. Now as long as he gets to the right side of the restricted area, I feel dangerous. This feeling is getting stronger and stronger," McManaman replied.

Portsmouth coach Adams shook his head in the same way. For Mark Qin's offensive attack, he emphasized on defense, but he still caught a fleeting opportunity.

You can't completely limit the death of this kind of player. You can only hope that he will not be so good, but it is a pity that he did not catch up today. Maqin, who returned from the national team, is in good shape.

...

The lagging Portsmouth finally could no longer insist on their strategy of defending and counterattacking. The midfielder and two full-backs began to press frequently, finally giving Liverpool a chance to counterattack.

"Crouch grabbed the ball, made Diarra who pushed it in, shot from a long distance, hit Bruno's body and popped the bottom line..."

"Portsmouth corner kick, Crouch got the point, header, little power, confiscated by Renner..."

"Liverpool's counterattack, Mark ran to the side and got Reina's hand toss the ball. It was beautiful, a straight pass from the top, Liela took the ball, passed in, oh the pass was too big..."

The first half of the game was in this kind of offense and counterattack. Time passed quietly. Sammy Lee raised his hand and looked at his watch. The first half of the game was about to end.

He stared at Elmer firmly, praying that he wouldn't be enthusiastic again, and volunteered to leave.

His performance today is considered a pass for a newcomer who played for the first time, at least he was not beaten.

Although due to experience problems, Portsmouth was given several chances to pass, but no goals were conceded, and several headers were not missed. Sammy Lee was quite satisfied.

"Boy, good performance," Carragher said, patting Elmer on the head in the dressing room.

"Your tackle is tough enough, it has lost Anfield's momentum, come on," Agger also praised.

Mark Qin smiled and looked at Elmer who had become shy, but after a year, his former teammates became newcomers in front of him, and he and these old guys are now the backbone.

"Boys, good performance, Mark, beautiful shot," Sammy Lee said with a slap.

"They will definitely strengthen their offense in the second half. We must pay attention to the defense and protection, especially the restrictions on Crouch. Don't give him the opportunity to take the ball easily..."

He first arranged the tactics for the second half, seeing that the time was about the same, leaving some time for the players themselves to communicate.

Before preparing to go out, many players looked at Maqin. He knew that the captain had to say a few words at this time, usually Gerrard or Carragher took the lead in shouting slogans or something.

He stood up calmly, looked at his teammates and said: "It's the first time I was a captain. The two old guys, Steven and Jamie, are not at the same time."

"It's probably not a few times this season. If anyone fails to act for me, hehe", he grinned grimly.

"Huh...", "That's right, boy, now that I'm so daring, I dare to threaten us..."

"Haha..."

Elmer looked at Maqin, who was wantonly joking with his teammates, and knew that this was a kind of status and recognition. If he didn't come to the first team in person, he didn't know how much Maqin had improved this year.

Valais and Elmer looked at each other, tacitly, with a sense of unreality.

"Okay, it's a joke, Portsmouth is not easy to play, we lost to them at the beginning of the season", Maqin continued, "This is our home court, there is nothing to say, our current state is recovering, today We want to continue, we are..."

He stretched out his hand and shouted.

"Liverpool, Liverpool, Liverpool!", the teammates put their hands up one by one and echoed loudly.

...

"The second half of the game is about to begin," Peterson said in the commentary. "Liverpool led Portsmouth 1-0 with a goal from the young captain Mark in the first half."

"In the second half, let's see if Liverpool can continue to maintain their form and get their fourth victory in the league."

Adams stood on the sidelines as soon as he came out of the passage. Although it was Anfield, he had no plans to concede defeat in the face of the remnant Liverpool.

As soon as the second half kicked off, they added a press in the frontcourt. Many teams will divide the entire game's tactics into several stages, just take full-court press.

There are almost no teams that can persist in the game, but every team will do it in stages, such as fifteen minutes before and after the first and second halves. Such a sudden change of rhythm can easily hit the opponent's sudden attack.

"Mark, long pass", with the commentary, the ball went straight from Liverpool's own penalty area to the right side of the center line.

In order to ensure that the ball retreats deep, Maqin will not be stupid enough to play hard with the opponent's three midfielders.

Kuyt stopped the ball in his chest and drove the ball directly to the bottom. "Trore, he and Belhaj interrupted Kuyt's ball."

"Diarra, he ran to the left, Utakara, Elmer, Portsmouth accelerated the attacking rhythm," Peterson explained.

"Liverpool is fine with Torres now," McCain said. "Now they have a lack of offensive speed, and their counterattacks are not efficient. Liela and Kuyt are not fast enough."

As the two of them were talking, they saw Makqin rarely rush to the side on the field, waved to stop Elmer from chasing, and a flying shovel shoveled Diop out of the sideline.

"Oh..." there was an exclamation from the stands.

"Toot, toot", the referee did not hesitate this time, and when he ran over, he took out a yellow card.

"Oh..., Mark got a yellow card. He is helping Elmer fill up the spot. Today Liverpool's defense on the right is extremely fierce."

McCain nodded, "This is Portsmouth's main attack direction in the second half. Elmer has a yellow card. Sammy Lee can consider replacing Carragher soon."

Sammy Lee did not have this idea, but that would undermine the confidence of young players. He also thought that it would be better to wait until about 70 minutes, so that it would not consume too much energy from Carragher, and it was also a successful debut for Elmer.

"Mark, sorry," Elmer pulled him up and said apologetically, it was his breakthrough that caused the yellow card.

"Don't feel guilty, cheer up, your hands are too clean, don't let them get rid of you easily, this is the Premier League, appropriate confrontation and small moves will not be blown by the referee."

Through the first half of the game, he has almost touched the scale of the referee, not particularly obvious fouls, they have won some home whistles.

It's just that Elmer has no experience and can't tell.

"Luca", Maqin waved back while retreating, "Help Elmer", just as Sammy Lee was also on the sidelines to beckon him to come and help fill up the spot.

The responsibilities of a captain on the court are so large that they are too small to care about too many things, depending on their personal style.

But in Makqin's view, this is a kind of glory, but also a kind of responsibility. In addition to victory, he has an obligation to help every teammate.

Portsmouth won a free kick from the sideline. It must be a pass with a big foot and a header. The two teams in the penalty area stood in a row and eagerly rushed forward.

"Portsmouth, cross, back point, Kabul ferryed back, Danger, Reina, Reina, hit the ball with a single punch, it's a bit messy, Diarra..." Peterson shouted.

As soon as Makqin turned from the penalty area, he saw Diarra from outside the penalty area rushing up against the ball shot by Reina.

Fuck, he immediately greeted him, he knew that Diarra had a good long shot with feet.

"Boom", "Boom", the ball drew a high parabola and flew directly out of the field.

The lower part of the ball hit him heavily on his forehead, which directly changed direction upwards, popped the bottom line, and knocked down Maqin directly.

"Oh..." the fans in the stands looked at Mark Qin who fell on the ground and were suddenly worried. "Beep", the referee immediately stopped the game and called the team doctor into the field.

Mark Qin only felt that his eyes were staring at Venus and the sky was spinning around. People who had not been bored by the ball didn't know the feeling. There was a burning pain above the eyelids, and then his head roared.

He only felt that the shadows around him were fascinating. Someone opened his eyelids, "Water", he called subconsciously.

A cool sensation dripped down his forehead from his head, finally making him a little awake.

"What's this, Mark, tell me", the team doctor stretched out three fingers and asked anxiously~lightnovelpub.net~ He took the water bottle and sprayed it directly on his face.

He wiped his face, shook his head vigorously, and squeezed his eyes again, before he could look at the team doctor's hand.

"Three, I'm fine, just help me to walk around the sidelines for a recovery meeting," he tried to stand up and said.

"Huh", the team doctor breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it is not a severe concussion, then the problem is not big.

Seeing that the red-haired and black-haired boy stood up and walked slowly to the side of the court, there was a warm applause from the audience.

"Wow..." is recognition and pride.

Isabella and Aiming in the stands also breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother, this is too hard, so I don't know how to hide," Aiming complained.

"Oh, who made him the captain of today" Isabella replied helplessly, shaking her head.

Captain, what is it, is a banner, is a role model, especially the captain of the Red Army, without a blood, without a desperate spirit, this cuff will be dusted...